It was my plan not to write for a couple of days here in MNIFY because I wanted to keep my recent post, Our Love Knows No Time, posted here longer than usual. But I guess I need to write to keep my writing soul motivated so that I won’t need so much of revving up when I feel like writing.
So there. Last Thursday, it was my rest day (In Convergys, our schedule changes weekly and I am still adjusting to it.). I accompanied Gracia to the MediCard Clinic in Calamba and after that, we had our lunch in KFC. I was looking for our classmate in college Edrian who is one of the managers in that store but he was not there. So let us move on. Gracia looked for a table while I made our order. She found one near the door and I was still waiting in line. The man before me in line scratched his head like there was no tomorrow that I had to move a couple paces away. I looked to Gracia and she seemed looking fine at our table and I encouraged myself to be more patient in line. When the dandruff guy was done with his order and walked away, I happily made my orders. I did not know that there was this fat college girl with her friends behind me which I was surprised when she moved over to my side as if taking my place in line. Wanted to tell her, “Hey, I am not yet done with my order. Don’t you see that or what?” Forgive my attitude; I was just a bit impatient because I had no sleep yet in like 24 hours already, smiles.
So there. I walked happy with all smiles on my face as I walked to our table and greeted Gracia with my sincerely happy smile along with a tray of two glasses of Merinda and some tissue paper plus the table number. We waited for like five minutes before we got our order which was okay, really. Gracia enjoyed her salad minus those few old-looking lettuce (Was it lettuce?). And I enjoyed the barbeque chicken. And while eating, I was thinking of Jollibee, laughs! I don’t know. I can go to any fine dining resto and other fast-food stores but I always go back to Jollibee. Call me baduy or jologs and I don’t care. I simply love my Jollibee! Laughs!
Gracia and I had our first haircut together in Walter Mart. I forgot the name of the salon. That was the first time we did that together which I think it was fun. I also had my first experience of having my hair hot-oiled. It was a sleepy experience, laughs! Especially that the salon attendant who was in charge of me was so gay and so slow. It felt everything was like in slow motion! I was so tempted to shout at him so to wake him up and make him work faster. But he was old…and I have respect for oldies, laughs!
The feeling of having my hair oiled (Or is it waxed? Whatever.) and then had my head put under that egg-shaped machine which was producing hot smoke was terrible! I thought my head was on fire! I felt a couple of times the burning sensation right above my nape that I had to move my head away from it or I might have bled nonstop and drop dead right there! Laughs!
After that, Gracia and I bought two hoodies, one for her and one for me. That was sweet. We strolled around and when we got tired, we went to our secret place, smiles. There I easily fell asleep. When I woke up, it was like almost nine so we went to San Pablo and before we said our goodbyes, guess what we did…We ate in Jollibee!
To my few readers, you might find this post so baduy and all that, but hey, this is my life which I want to share with you. I know it is kind of…detailed and…boring and whatever…I just felt like I wanted to write about it. Why am I explaining? Laughs! Thank you for reading.
